Important Author Notes:
This story will be an AU (Alternate Universe) story after the prologue, so I would appreciate it if no one would send me flames saying, "This can't happen!!" Constructive criticism is always appreciated though.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way shape or form. The only things I own are the OC (ordinary characters) that will come along eventually.
"speak" – dialogue
'speak' – thoughts
/speak/ - parseltongue
Dark Past, New Life
Prologue
He was drifting in an endless sea of white light. He was neither awake nor asleep. He did not know how long he had been their, or even who he was.
Suddenly, the white light was receding, and a train station appeared. Or, what seemed to be a train station appeared, for there were no trains – nor people for that matter. He was alone, or so he thought.
He stood up, turned around, and was greeted with a peculiar sight. There was a man sitting on one of the benches. He was an old man. He had white hair and a long white beard. This was not the only odd thing, for he had a long, crooked nose and piercing blue eyes that looked through half-moon glasses.
"Who are you?" the first one asked, eyeing the old man suspicion. "You do not remember me, Tom?" the old man asked. Then, it all came back to him. One name invoked thousands of memories. His childhood, his rise to power as Lord Voldemort, and his eventual downfall at the hands of a mere teenager; all these memories played in his mind.
"Albus Dumbledore!" Voldemort spat, glaring viciously at the one he considered his enemy. His eyes began to shift back and forth, looking for some clue as to where he was.
"Do you feel regret for what you have done?" Dumbledore questioned, looking at Voldemort with a sad frown. "Why should I feel regret for something that was just?"
Tom tried to draw his wand, but realized he did not have it. Voldemort's gaze snapped back up to glare at Dumbledore as he asked, "Where is my wand?" "Tom, you have no need of a wand. You are dead." "I'm dead," Tom said thinking back to his last recollections before awaking in the train station.
"Yes," Dumbledore said, "and as to your previous comment, your actions were not just. They were inhumane and terrible wrong." "If what I did was so wrong, then where are we? Is this Hell? If so, why are you here?" Tom spat angrily.
Dumbledore sighed and said, "We are neither in Heaven nor Hell. I guess you could call this a place that is in-between."
"So I am stuck here?"
"No. You have been given a second chance by the Higher Beings."
Tom stared at Dumbledore. "Why would they give me another chance to live?
"I do not know. Maybe they think you could have turned out to be a good person. Anyway, you have been given a great opportunity. You will be able to start over with no memories of you previous life."
Dumbledore raised his hand and became engulfed in a light blue light. Tom began to feel like he was falling asleep. He fought to keep his eyes open. The train station disappeared and the last words Lord Voldemort heard were, "For your sake, I hope you don't waste this life."
The white light returned, and the dark past of Tom Marvolo Riddle ended, and his new life started.
Fin.
In case anyone is wondering, the Higher Beings mentioned in this story are angels.
Hopefully, I will be able to update once a month, but that isn't likely. I've got a lot of work at school and after school activities. I will not abandon this story so stick with me.
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